Memories

[Erik POV]

for as long as I can remember, Elias has always been the best older brother a guy could ask for.

He was always there, whether it was helping me with homework or just hanging out and playing games and whatnot.

 I remember one time toward the end of my 7th grade year when I got into my first fight, boy was mom pissed.

This group of idiot kids decided 'Let's pick on the German' since I still had a light accent from only moving to the States and Georgia a few years prior.

As the saying goes, Kids are assholes, anyway, after school, I was walking out of my class when I was suddenly stopped by three kids, all around average height for that age at 5-5'2 (157cm) with them weighing in maybe a good 80-90 pounds, so practically average in all ways, except for their insanely strong southern accents.

I noticed the little ringleader of the group was David, the son of a farmer and a massive redneck, for the lack of a better term.

For some reason, this kid had always had a problem with me ever since we met in 6th grade, and the two with him whose names I honestly couldn't care to remember were the lackeys that followed him everywhere.

in his excessively heavy accent, he basically called me a no-good kraut who should remember who beat them in both world wars, so basically, he was regurgitating what his father had said to him.

Deciding that I didn't care about the kid I went to leave so I could get to the bus to go home, only for the little shit to step in front of me.

I told him to move and yet all he did was flash a nasty grin, chipped tooth, and everything.

The two lackeys he brought with him took a step closer to me from behind and I knew something was up, as I was about to get ready for a fight, I heard the voice of a girl come from the side of the hallway where we were standing.

She told them to leave me alone and fuck off, I was a bit surprised by her cussing since my mom usually would chastise me for it, but, she persisted after David and his goons ignored her, only for it to earn her a shove from goon #1.

Once I finally took a good look at the girl I was shocked to find it was one of my classmates who I actually had a crush on at the time.

Wow, I can't believe it was that long ago I first saw her, I-I hope she is still around and kicking through all this shit that's going on sigh...

Anyway, as she hit the ground due to the shove, something ignited in me, i don't know what it was, probably just the onset of puberty, but with a rush of adrenaline, I belined toward the kid that shoved her and punched him square in the jaw.

What proceeded to happen after was me trying my damnedest to fight off three angry kids, while I wish I could say I bested all of them like some action hero, the truth is I only got a few good hits in before they collectively jumped me, and started kicking and hitting me.

By the time the girl had gone to get a teacher it had already been a few minutes of me enduring the bearing, while they didn't hit very hard due to age, it still added on after a while since three of them were just wailing on me.

once the teacher got there, separated us, and yelled at the three, we were all brought to the principal's office, even the girl whom I shot an apologetic look toward due to wrapping her up in this which she shook off with a smile.

Sigh, that damn smile.

After we got to the office a nurse looked at me and just concluded all I needed was some ice, all five of us were reprimanded by the principal which I thought was quite unfair but since when did that matter?

Once everything was settled, the principal said he would call all of our parents and told the girl and me to wait.

Before that, he had separated David and his goons from us so It was just the girl and me in the office.

As I was mulling over what to say to my mom to minimize the damage that was surely about to come, she looked over toward me and introduced herself.

Little did I know that was one of the greatest things to happen to me.

A little while later my parents came bursting into the office with pissed-off faces, as I was about to prepare for the worst, instead, my mom just wished me away and we went home.

That night when I was in my room, Elias came in, without questioning me or even chastising me he just asked what happened, I told him everything and we proceeded to just hang out for a while, that is until Lukas came in and we started playing some games.

It wasn't until the next week when I overheard my parents ripping my then 17-year-old brother an absolute new one about him seeking out the older brother of David and beating him to a pulp, apparently my soft spoken kind older brother who wished to become a doctor had gone out and broken this kids nose and arm while fighting him.

From that day onward I looked at Elias differently, he wasn't only my kind older brother, but the guy who would even go out and risk getting an assault charge to protect me, and it worked out for me also, David never messed with me again.

Hell, I even dated the girl who helped me for a long good time, sadly that's over now.

(Back to the present)

[General POV]

As Erik stood at the entrance of the bunker, Lukas quickly closed the door and then immediately tried to get to his brother to calm him down, he knew that look all too well.

just moments ago Lukas too had that same look but now he reassessed the situation and he knew Erik would blow up so he looked to minimize the damage to only the responsible party.

A now enraged Erik asked just one question almost absentmindedly to know one.

"Why the fuck. does Elias. have a bullet. in his head?" Erik said with a pause in between each part of the sentence showcasing his fast-racing thoughts and anger.

Looking around he saw nobody was going to answer him, his mom was a mess of tears, his father helping her stay standing, and Lukas had a pale look on his face as he saw where Erik's hand was reaching.

Just as Lukas was going to speak, someone from the crowd answered.

'Idiot you've fucked up.' Lukas thought registering who the voice belonged to.

The voice belonged to none other than David, the hillbilly bitch boy who for the longest avoided Erik's gaze while in the bunker.

The reason for that being later in life in high school David tried fighting Erik again only for the now star linebacker and stronger Erik to pummel his ass into the ground.

"Calm down will ya' The bastard had a bite on his arm, it was only a matter of time!" David exclaimed, before paling and the realization what he called Elias, which only fueled the fire

Although Erik heard the explanation he was still pissed, sure his brother would've eventually succumbed that he had no disillusion of, at least Erik could've been there for Elias at his end, instead, his loving, kind older brother got a bullet in his head for his troubles and sacrifice to get these sad sacks of shit some damn food to eat.

Without another word, Erik slowly and "calmly" walked toward David, his face suddenly devoid of any emotion, which Lukas knew wasn't a good sign.

"So, he had a bite on his arm huh?" Erik asked in a monotone voice toward a shaking David.

"Y-yes, David responded, only for his hillbilly father to come to the guy's defense along with a few more people who suddenly grew some balls from who knows where.

"I see, say, what would you do if your son had a bite on him?" Erik asked with a slight head tilt that unnerved David's father, seeing as how Erik had his hand right next to his holster anyone would be nervous in front of him.

"I g-guess, we would have to do the same." He stuttered before letting out a defeated sigh, stunning David and making him a little hurt his father would so easily admit that.

"Hmm." That was all Erik said before he had David's arm in his grasp and without a moment's notice, he bit the man's arm, not just a small love bite, but tearing out a whole chunk from his forearm.

'There it is.' Lukas thought as he caught the almost crazed look in Erik's eyes, remembering the day Erik was diagnosed as a highly functioning sociopath.

David let out a blood-curdling scream as he wrangled his arm out of Erik's grasp before he went to his knees bent over in pain still wailing.

'Thank god these walls are thick.' Lukas thought thinking about the biters outside.

"Would you look at that, it seems David has a bite just like my brother," Erik said in a still monotone yet eerie voice

Nobody could speak as David kept crying about his arm calling Erik all sorts of names and slurs, most of them didn't even make sense.

As Erik moved closer to David, his hand hovering on the holster of his pistol, David's father went to stop him before Erik shot him a look saying 'Try it'.

Hesitating but still summoning some courage from who knows where David's father pleaded. "Please, I beg you don't shoot my son!" He exclaimed, everyone else, even Erik's parents looked at him in shock at what he had just done.

Despite the looks he was getting, Erik moved closer to David. "Oh, I won't shoot him," Erik said causing David and his father to breathe a sigh of relief before that same breath was ripped from them at Erik's next remark.

"I'll just use my machete, no use in wasting a bullet."

And with that, Erik unsheathed his machete and with a newfound strength, he slashed horizontally at David's head, swiftly and cleanly slicing his head off of his shoulders, the frightened look forever plastered on him as it rolled toward David's dad's feet.

As Erik was walking away, David's father who was in shock at his son's abrupt death, looked toward the switchblade his son always kept on him and grabbed it before lunging toward Erik's back, aiming at the nape of his neck.

Lukas, seeing what was about to transpire and quickly reacting, grabbed the machete that he had taken before sneaking out and ran and swung the weapon at the man's arm, narrowly missing Erik's neck.

Well, like father like son, David's father fell to his knees letting out a deathly loud screech at the missing appendage he now sported.

Erik, who by now had turned around, looked toward Lukas and had an almost sad/regretful look before his eyes glossed over again with the same nonchalance he had this entire time.

Without another word, Erik finished the job by stabbing David's dad in his chest.

Once he pulled his machete out of the man's chest, he stomped on his head with his hiking boots, crushing the corpse's skull to prevent reanimation.

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